Ginger: He left me.
Ruby: …who did?
Ginger: Ewan McSpider. I sort of always knew he’d leave me.
Ruby: Could you be less vague?
Ginger: I could, but where would the fun be?
Ruby: In understanding you?
Ginger: There’s never enough fun in that.
Ruby: You haven’t tried it.
Ginger: …we could try it and see how it plays out.
Ruby: Okay. So, who is Ewan McSpider?
Ginger: The spider who lives in my kitchen. Well, lived. He’s gone now.
Ruby: Did you kill the spider?
Ginger: No. I learned to love him.
Ruby: Is that why you named him after Ewan McGregor?
Ginger: No. I named him after Ewan McGregor because Moulin Rouge was playing in the other room when I discovered him.
Ruby: Right. Okay.
Ginger: But now he’s gone. And I just got used to having him in the kitchen.
Ruby: Where do you think he went?
Ginger: Probably under the fridge.
Ruby: Right. You know, normal people just kill spiders found in the kitchen. They don’t name them and fall in love with them.
Ginger: When have I ever been normal?
Ruby: Good point.